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Chapter twenty one:To laugh again

"For everyone and everything

The futures call is but a dream

And knights of glass of frozen blue

See storm flowers of oceans too"

-original

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Recap: Before Jack could rebuke, Bunny, Sandy, and the Voice all snickering, a voice that could only belong to one Jamie Bennett called out, "Isn't his voice lovely?"

"J…Jamie?" Jack cried, head whipping around and ice-cavern eyes wide as they reflected Jamie's tired appearance, barley noticing Tooth and the others as they trailed behind.

"Though, I suppose this is the first time Jack's sung in front of an audience," Jamie sighed, walking toward the group, eyes never leaving Jack's face, "usually he'd sing when I'm asleep," a light chuckle came, a twinkling of brown eyes, "or, at least, when he thought I was asleep."

Sandy huffed at this, tiny arms crossing over his chest, the declaration that someone would dare (or could dare) be even the slightest bit awake through his nightly delivery of dreams annoying him. But, as usual, no one paid attention, though the Songstress did giggle, delivering a slight poke to his shoulder and whispering of waking dreams, or dreaming wake, just before the plunge into the depths of sleep, or the climbing out thereof.

"Tooth," cried Bunny—no longer in the mood to deal with the cold (or anything related)—rushing over to her flittering form, wings halting every now and again, and fairies buzzing around her, each chirping encouragement, "Ya alright Sheila?"

"Do I look alright?" the she asked tiredly, head lulling forward into soft fur, just as Jamie got knocked over by an enthusiastic Jack. Whose white hair danced back and forth as he rubbed his face into Jamie's chest, tears of joy streaming down his face as he cried over and over and over, "You remember!"

It was a good thing too, otherwise Tooth and her fairies would have swooned over how cute the two were, and probably passed out due to the energy exerted, as it were, Mrs. Bennett had enough energy to do enough awing for the both of them, and Cupcake, not wanting to have her brain fried, wacked her upside the head and yelled a mightily as she could (which was loud enough to rival North's laughs) "Shouldn't we all go someplace to rest?"

Startled, everyone stared at her in silence, before, finally, North laughed, slapping his grumbling belly he declared, "To the Pole we go! To rest, to eat," with a wink directed at the blushing Jamie he added, "to make up for time lost."

So, with the exception of Bunny (who used a tunnel) and the Songstress (who danced off to who knows where), everyone jumped onto the sleigh.

Yes, completely forgetting about the poor people huddled in the church—not that it mattered, for with a laugh, a twirl, the Voice made sure other humans got the message, and came to the town's aid—perhaps, just maybe, her song enchanted snowflakes had possibly influenced this decision, maybe…most certainly…

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Once at the pole North promptly demanded a feast, Sandy hovering in a corner quietly using his whips to snatch up candies, cookies, and the like without anyone's notice (this was one of the rare occasions where he found being ignored advantageous), while Bunny hopped to and fro, looking for carrots and demanding the elves to stop trying to color his fur, and Tooth (along with her army) plopped down in a downy nest hidden in the woodworks of the ceiling, allowing her full view of what was going on while also offering her rest.

Jamie and Jack?

Just as North had declared, making up for lost time. No, not like that, the wind giggled from outside the window.

"So," Jamie began awkwardly, eyes roaming around the room North had told a yeti to toss them into, "I guess everything's over with."

Jack nodded, eyes roaming as well as he sat beside Jamie on the bed, unsure of what to do for but a moment before he took a deep breath, said what the heck, and tackled Jamie once more, tickling him mercilessly.

"J…Jack!" Jamie cried behind laughs, hands failing to swat away Jack's intent ones, but as Jack continued to ignore his cries, a smile full of tears on his face, Jamie decided he'd had enough, and quickly changed their positions. Now on top the Snow Prince, pinning his wrists above his head, Jamie grinned, "I win," he sing-songed, finally acknowledging the twisting of his gut as he found looking into Jack's eyes too difficult.

"Jamie…I—"

"I love you."

"Eh?" Caught off guard the face of tears and quilt fell into confusion, blue eyes blinking up into determined brown as a snowy head tilted to the right.

"You're adorable." Jamie sighed.

"And you're on something." Jack quipped.

"Yeah, its name is Jack Frost."

"Hardy har har," Jack jokingly laughed, eyes squinting, "since when did you have a sense of humor?"

"That wasn't humor, that was fact."

"So, you aren't sitting on me right now?"

"Stop changing the meaning of my words."

"I didn't."

The two stared at each other, lonely blue clashing with conflicted brown, so many years, so many years they spent chasing each other, longing for each other, yet here they finally were, and they hadn't the slightest idea how to proceed. They couldn't simply kiss and make up, too many things had happened, Jamie falling under Old winter's control had altered their relationship, wounded it, made them scared. And the years without each other had left deep scars. But neither were the type to give up easily, and they loved each other too much to simply turn away, and, besides, they seemed to agree with a grin, eyes slowly lighting and happiness bubbling from the bottom of their hearts, they had made it, through everything that's happened, they had made it.

Laughter filled the room, relief, joy, finally making itself known. So long as they had each other they'd make it work. Somehow, someway, they'd move on, sure, they wouldn't be able to go back to the good old days, not with the blood on Jack's hands, not with the stain on Jamie's soul, no, it would be better.

"So," called a voice from outside the room, "are you two done making out yet? Or do I need to come in there and drag you two to the feast?"

The lovers smiled at each other, grin's forming on their faces before they softly slide off from the bed, moving onto opposite sides of the door, each armed with a pillow.

"You guys!" called the voice again, the stomp of the foot a mark of Cupcake, "Don't tell me you're asleep already!"

Laughing softly the two nodded to each other before they looked to the opening door, waiting…waiting…before they slammed the pillows into Cupcake and sent her flying onto a slab of ice Jack created, her form screaming as she slid, backward, all the way to the dining hall.

The two gave a high-five, grin's splitting their faces only to be turned sheepish as their bellies growled as one.

"Ready for some food?" Jack asked, offering up his hand.

"Definitely."

And the two were off, Jack and Jamie laughing as one as they flew through the halls…

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"You are aware," Mrs. Bennett sighed, sitting outside, staring at the moon, "that Jack would probably break if he lost Jamie again."

I know, whispered MiM, ever tired as he spoke to the women, whom, as a girl, had cried to him over and over, begging for something to be done about her awful arranged marriage and wishing, wishing, to know who had left behind the carving of her beloved hamster*.

"Can't we do something? He might have his memories back now, but if Jamie reincarnates and doesn't remember Jack for some time…" the idea was left hanging in the air.

Something has already been done.

"You mean…"

Everything is going as planned, a fond sigh was heard, well, almost everything.

"But enough." Mrs. Bennett almost begged, jumping up and her hands clasped before her in an eternal plea, "Enough has gone as planned that…?"

Yes, MiM laughed, enjoying the smile that blossomed on the mother's face, the result is still the same.

"Do they know?" She asked eagerly, eyes bright.

Not yet, but they will, MiM grinned.

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! And I hope this is fluffy enough for you. Next chap you'll learn what on earth MiM plan. Beyond that, as always, remember the magic three.

*Go look at the one-shot "The Little Things" for the carving explanation.